My sweet Annie girl turned 18 months old on October 20th, which also happened to be a Sunday. It was time for her big debut in nursery. I must admit I was a little sad about this. For the past 6 months I have been the primary chorister with the children ages 3-11 in our church congregation. Annie has LOVED joining me in primary. Nevertheless, I knew it was time. James and I took her together, plopped her down and watched as she went about her business playing with the other kids. I finally motioned for James to leave and he said, "we are just going to leave her?" HA. It was my favorite moment. I pried him from her presence and then we both went to our church meetings. A friend later told me that they spotted James checking on her two different times. I think someone has her daddy wrapped around her finger. I will admit that I also peered in. My eyes welled with tears as I saw Annie sitting up to her table in those tiny chairs with a pile of snacks on her napkin next to another toddler. She seemed so grown up. I still can barely talk about it. Every week since has been easy! She LOVES nursery and somehow James always manages to pick her up a few minutes early from class. (He's whipped)
On a side note, we have the worlds best nursery. Our nursery leader has been in there for years. It's her passion. When she is out of town she sends all of the kids a handwritten card with stickers letting them know where she is and that she missed them. I've never seen anything like it and don't doubt that Annie loves nursery because of her presence and leadership.